Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(18)

Brody hated muttering those words because he feared the reaction from the beautiful, naked woman standing in front him. When Heather took a step back into the water that rushed down her face, forcing her to blink fast, he knew that she wasn’t exactly innocent in all this.

“Goddammit,” Brody said. “I need to know everything now, sweetheart. You can’t hold back and hide.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Heather asked. “Just let me go then. I won’t say a thing to anyone.”

“You want to go back to Lyle? Get your face smashed in some more.”

“Fuck you…”

Brody reached out and touched Heather’s face. She winced in pain as his thumb ran over the bump of a purplish bruise. “Water washes it all away, sweetheart. I see the truth.”

“Shit.”

Heather reached up and tried to move Brody’s hand. He refused it and pressed his finger harder to the bruise.

“Stop,” Heather yelled.

“You’re not leaving,” Brody said.

“Like f*ck I am.”

Heather turned and grabbed for the door. Brody put his hands to her body and lifted her off the ground. He pulled her close as she kicked and let out a cry. Of all the crazy shit he’d done in his life, he’d never done this naked in a shower before.

“Stop,” Brody growled. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to let the club hurt you. But you can’t leave here. You can’t without protection. And to get that, I need the f*cking truth.”

Heather went limp.

Brody’s one hand was under her left breast. His other hand was at her stomach, his pointer finger touching the ridge of her belly button. It was making him hard again. Just a natural reaction of Heather being so goddamn beautiful.

Slowly, he put Heather down. His hands moved up to her shoulders. Her back to him.

“I need to know everything,” Brody whispered.

“Lyle is powerful…”

“No, he’s not. He makes everyone think he is. But he’s not. He hides. He scares people. Once he’s taken out, there’s nothing to fear.”

“You’re going to kill him?” Heather asked.

“Sweetheart, think of yourself right now. Nobody else. Not him. Not me. Just yourself. What did you do in all this?”

“What do you know?” Heather asked.

“There was a coffee cup found in the car… full of drugs. Wondering if that same kind of coffee cup was given to me this morning at the hospital… by a nurse who looked so f*cking innocent…”

“Shit,” Heather whispered. She hung her head and started to cry.

“No,” Brody said. “The time to cry, sweetheart, is long over now. Now it’s the time to be strong and face this shit. With my protection. My help.”

Brody turned Heather around and cupped her face, gently, with both hands. He stared into her blue eyes, the look cutting through years of steel armor around his heart. Even if he felt himself slipping, there was business at hand. The club needed to solve this drug problem and then address the bombing that almost took Erik’s goddamn life.

“Listen to me carefully,” Brody said. He kept his hands to Heather’s face, trying to remain gentle to the bruise on her face. “This club is in a war right now. It’s not your problem. But this drug thing is. And this drug thing is going to make things a lot worse. It’s got to end. You know something, you tell me right now.”

“Can we get out of the shower first?” Heather asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Brody said.

Brody stepped back and crossed his arms. He leaned against the wall and watched as Heather washed her long hair, the curves of her hips and ass. When she turned around and reached up, her breasts pulled, gently bouncing every time she moved.

You can’t fall, man. She may not be what you think…

Yeah?

Well… what if she is?





eleven.



Heather had the black towel around her body, tight this time. She ran a brush through her hair as she sat on the edge of the bed. The water was still running, but not for long. She looked around the room and couldn’t believe she ended up in the care and clubhouse of a MC.

As hot as it was… as hot as Brody’s body was thrusting at hers… it was all going to come to an end as quick as it began. Heather needed to confess the truth about Lyle. And that meant opening her own closet full of skeletons. This was a world of no remorse and no care. The justice was fast and cold, served with what was known and what was confessed. Heather knew there was no defending herself in all this. She knew that getting into it. Part of her selfishly hoped that if Lyle were to get busted, she could use the abused and forced card with a lawyer and jury to ease the punishment.

Here in the Back Down Devil clubhouse, there were no lawyers. There was no judge. Hell, the closest thing was Brody’s hands. They’d pass the judgment to Heather.

And, again, that scared her and excited her all the same.

Heather stood and dropped the towel. Her body shivered as she looked at the partially opened bathroom door. She wanted Brody to come rushing from the bathroom right now. Tall, big, naked, and wet.

He had an instant effect on Heather, like no other man ever had in her life.

Heather hurried and forced herself to get dressed. She actually gave a shit about what pair of panties she put on, with the intention that Brody’s hands would be tearing at them sooner than later.